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against whom I know most faults.

Iaq.
The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue.

Orl.
'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best vertue: I am wearie of you.

Iaq.
By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I found you.

Orl.
He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and you shall see him.

Iaq.
There I shal see mine owne figure.

Orl.
Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher.

Iaq.
Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good signior Loue.

Orl.
I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monsieur Melancholly.

Ros.
I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky, and vnder that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear Forrester.

Orl.
Verie wel, what would you?

Ros.
I pray you, what i'st a clocke?

Orl.
You should aske me what time o'day: there's no clocke in the Forrest.

Ros.
Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest, else sighing euerie minute, and groaning euerie houre wold detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke.

Orl.
And why not the swift foote of time? Had not that bin as proper?

Ros.
By no meanes sir; Time trauels in diuers paces, with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles withall, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands stil withall.

Orl.
I prethee, who doth he trot withal?

Ros.
Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnizd: if the interim be but a sennight, Times pace is so hard, that it seemes the length of seuen yeare.

Orl.
Who ambles Time withal?

Ros.
With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily because he cannot study, and the other liues merrily, because he feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of leane and wasteful Learning; the other knowing no burthen of heauie tedious penurie. These Time ambles withal.

Orl.
Who doth he gallop withal?

Ros.
With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee go as softly as foot can fall, he thinkes himselfe too soon there.

Orl.
Who staies it stil withal?

Ros.
With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not how time moues.

Orl.
Where dwel you prettie youth?

Ros.
With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the skirts of the Forrest, like fringe vpon a petticoat.

Orl.
Are you natiue of this place?

Ros.
As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is kindled.

Orl.
Your accent is something finer, then you could purchase in so remoued a dwelling.

Ros.
I haue bin told so of many: but indeed, an olde religious Vnckle of mine taught me to speake, who was in his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtship too well: for there he fel in loue. I haue heard him read many Lectors against it, and I thanke God, I am not a Woman to be touch'd with so many giddie offences as hee hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.

Orl.
Can you remember any of the principall euils, that he laid to the charge of women?

Ros.
There were none principal, they were all like one another, as halfepence are, euerie one fault seeming monstrous, til his fellow-fault came to match it.

Orl.
I prethee recount some of them.

Ros.
No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those that are sicke. There is a man haunts the Forrest, that abuses our yong plants with caruing Rosalinde on their barkes; hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes, and Elegies on brambles; all (forsooth) defying the name of Rosalinde. If I could meet that Fancie-monger, I would giue him some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian of Loue vpon him.

Orl.
I am he that is so Loue-shak'd, I pray you tel me your remedie.

Ros.
There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you: he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner.

Orl.
What were his markes?

Ros.
A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie and sunken, which you haue not: an vnquestionable spirit, which you haue not: a beard neglected, which you haue not: (but I pardon you for that, for simply your hauing in beard, is a yonger brothers reuennew) then your hose should be vngarter'd, your bonnet vnbanded, your sleeue vnbutton'd, your shoo vnti'de, and euerie thing about you, demonstrating a carelesse desolation: but you are no such man; you are rather point deuice in your accoustrements, as louing your selfe, then seeming the Louer of any other.

Orl.
Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue I Loue.

Ros.
Me beleeue it? You may assoone make her that you Loue beleeue it, which I warrant she is apter to do, then to confesse she do's: that is one of the points, in the which women stil giue the lie to their consciences. But in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the Trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?

Orl.
I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he.

Ros.
But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?

Orl.
Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much.

Ros.
Loue is meerely a madnesse, and I tel you, deserues as wel a darke house, and a whip, as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured, is that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel.

Orl.
Did you euer cure any so?

Ros.
Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to imagine me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, ful of teares, full of smiles; for euerie passion something, and for no passion truly any thing, as boyes and women are for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forswear him: now weepe for him, then spit at him; that I draue my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor of madnes, w was to forsweare the ful stream of y world, and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Liuer as cleane as a sound sheepes heart, that there shal not be one spot of Loue in't.

Orl.
I would not be cured, youth.

Ros.
I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me.

Orl.